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“Hudson, you’re under the mistaken impression that I trust you. I don’t. Why would I tell you anything when you’ll just use it against me?”

The other one finally speaks up. “So she calls you Hudson huh? Interesting.” His eyes move over me, but his blank expression doesn’t change. “You’re much mouthier than I thought you’d be.”

“I figured I have nothing left to lose.”

“Oh, honey, there’s always more.”

“What could you possibly do to me that I haven’t already survived?”

He cocks his head.

“Atlas, don’t,” Hudson warns him.

So this is the big boss, huh? Maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’ll put me out of my misery.

“You really don’t want to play with us, little girl. We’re way out of your league,” Atlas says.

“Then tell your man to back the fuck off and leave me alone.”

“You married him. You made your choice.”

“I protected his son. I figured one of us should.”

“You’re looking for good men in all the wrong places.”

I look at the three of them and burst out laughing in disbelief. “I know bad men. And the moment I laid my eyes on Hudson, I knew he was trouble. And I know you two are just as bad.” I shake my head. “I had no illusions about who he was, even when he welcomed us into his home.” Looking for good men, ha. The only good man I know is the one I sacrificed myself for.

He looks at Hudson, who hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “She’s stronger than I thought. Maybe she’ll make it after all. We’ll leave, but we need to talk later about what happened this morning and what to do next.”

“Would you like me to leave so you can have your secret bad guy talk?” I ask sweetly.

His lips twitch, but he just nods at Hudson and heads out. The Kenzo guy, the one that kept calling me “kitten” and watching us like we were in a telenovela, steps closer and holds out his hand for me.

I suck in a surprised breath when I see my razor blade in his palm.

“He was worried. Whatever happened, whatever you think you know?—”

“Kenzo, just leave it,” Hudson sighs.

Kenzo ignores him, his eyes on me as he places the razor blade in my hand. “He lets you call him by his real name.”

He closes my hand around the blade. “He left his wife and kids and never looked back. He left them, but he won’t leave you.” He scans my face as he leans closer. “He didn’t know where you were today, and he was worried. I’ve never seen him worried before. He just doesn’t care enough about anyone or anything.”

“Kenzo,” Atlas calls.

This time, Kenzo listens and leaves with one last glance at me. He walks out and closes the door behind him.

Hudson hasn’t moved. He’s still standing there staring at me, his hands fisted at his side like he’s frozen in place.

“Hudson?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grits out.

“Then don’t. Let’s just get this marriage annulled and?—”

He moves then, pressing his body against mine. “You’re not leaving me. You’re mine. What do I have to do to convince you to stay?”

“Stop hurting me!” I shout. “Stop making me cry. Stop scaring me. Just stop,” I sob.